Famalam is a brilliant sketch series that is currently tucked away on BBC3 and the BBC iPlayer, which is a polite way of saying that the BBC is really not giving it the profile it deserves. I don’t honestly know what they’re playing at on this one.Anyway, like previous sleeper hits such as People Just Do Nothing and This Country , Famalam will, I believe, become as big a mass-audience, award-winning success as its (now) better-known peers.It’s very funny, that’s why. If you think of it as the breakthrough Black British version of Goodness Gracious Me , which did so much for British Asian comedy some years ago, then you’ve got it about right. It certainly falls under what I call the Jewish Comedian rule – that the most vicious ethnic satire can best be dished out by those who spring from that very community itself, both because they can be counted on to avoid hate, and because they understand the subtleties and the absurdities rather better than others.From 15p €0.18 $0.18 USD 0.27 a day, more exclusives, analysis and extras. Famalam is in its much-deserved second series now, and all 10 episodes are available to binge on iPlayer – and I have been enjoying them. Nigerian aunties; wastemen; Ghanaian mothers; gangsta rappers; rubbish rapper Scribbler P; a black detective who stars in “The Midsomer Motherf***er Murders”; and in the “The Midsomer Motherf***er XXX Files”; Senegalese footballers; the KKK; Black Jesus; Grime; Black Lives Matter and, a word I can hardly bring myself to type, “Incognegro”, another spoof TV show in which “a white guy’s mind is put into the body of a black guy”. Like I say, vicious satire, just the way you like it. Famalam , then: you’ll thank me for it (and the variously superb Samson Kayo, Vivienne Acheampong, John MacMillan, Roxy Sternberg, Tom Moutchi and Gbemisola Ikumelo. Plus the BBC). For the many, not the few... There’s little doubt about what is the standout popular event of the week – the return of Game of Thrones for its final run. I hope. Now you may, like me, regard the whole shebang as a load of runic sub-Tolkien semi-pornographic amulet-wearing nonsense that has no artistic or even entertainment value whatsoever, and is a phenomenon future generations, and many current “fans”, will look back upon with a mixture of embarrassment and bewilderment. Or you might like the fantasy novels of George RR Martin elves, ’pon which it be based, my lords and ladies, and enjoy being mesmerised by gargoyle peasantry, elves, sexy wicked queens, tame dragons and all that.